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Story: Pestilence
Pestilence’s gaze drops to my outfit—the lime-green top and flowing floral pants make me look like the lovechild of a diva and a gypsy—but then it rises, stopping at my mouth.
Remembering last night.
I can still feel the press of his thumb there, and then that almost-kiss. We have shared all sorts of small intimacies, each one backed by a different emotion, but those that passed between us last night … I feel my cheeks heat a little. Those are going to linger with me.
Pestilence looks regretful, but I have no way of knowing what exactly it is that he regrets.
“Have you eaten?” he asks.
I clear my throat. “Yup,” I say, happy to focus on something other than us.
There is no us, Burns.
“I packed up some food as well,” I add.
The saddlebags are stuffed with the goods. I’d also packed up more liquor, despite last night’s little soiree.
“Good, then let’s be on our way.”
We head out of the house and back to the beach, Trixie trotting behind us. I can’t help casting a glance towards the area where I held Pestilence. It’s too far away for me to make out the bits of blood that still surely stain the sand.
I turn to the horseman, his steed at my back. “Should we talk about last night?” I ask.
He jaw clenches, and one second ticks by. Then two, three, four—
“What is there to talk about, human?” he finally says.
Ah. So the lines have been redrawn this morning. In the harsh light of day, I am once more Pestilence’s arch nemesis, and he mine.
I stare at him for a moment, then sigh. I don’t know what I want, but I don’t think it’s this.
I begin to swivel to face Trixie when he grabs my waist. For a minute, my wild imagination takes off. I even feel that damn fluttering in my stomach.
The horseman doesn’t want things to be how we left them either.
But then, rather than pulling me into an embrace, he hoists me onto his steed, joining me seconds later.
Just as quickly as my heart soared, it now plummets.
Why do Icare? Fuck him and this soft, weak thing I feel towards him. I can’t believe I had the audacity to feel sorry for him and his wounds yesterday, as if he’d been a victim rather than the instigator.
As usual, Pestilence uses one of his hands to secure me to him, but today it feels all wrong. Impersonal and cold. Even when he hated me, he burned hot with the emotion. Now there’s an indifference to his touch, and I’d rather gouge my eyes out than leave things likethis.
The horseman clicks his tongue, and Trixie begins to race down the beach, towards the sea. I barely have time to register that we’re going to be traveling over the ocean again before we make it to the water.
A wave of vertigo passes over me as I stare down at it, watching the way its surface ripples. I keep waiting for the ocean to start obeying the laws of physics and swallow us up, but it remains steadfastly solid.
It’s only once we’re out past the tumbling surf that I realize the vertigo wasn’t all mental.
Oh God, horses and hangovers don’t mix.
The roll of Trixie’s body is sloshing everything in my stomach right, then left, then right again.
Stay down, I silently order the pancakes in my stomach.
I breathe through my nose. This will just pass, this will just …
Noitwon’titwon’tstopstopstop—
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